Pets

We have three cats living in our house. I would like to say that the three cats are our pets but I think it is more accurate to just state that we have cats that live in our house. They aren't real loving animals, not the sorts of cats that climb into your lap and contently purr or fall asleep. Ours mostly wander around the house, only making themselves noticed when they want something. Occasionally the fat one will climb onto my lap - I suppose she considers me a kindred spirit. But when she is on my lap she remains somewhat tense, constantly clinching my legs with her claws. I've termed the experience "catupuncture" and I don't think it has any redeeming qualities. The cats don't seem to like us very much. I don't take this personally because they don't appear to like each other either. For the most part, each cat flies solo and invisible, like a furry little ninja.

There are occasions when all three cats suddenly appear in the same room with us. This always makes me a little uncomfortable. It's like the little ninjas have finally decided to attack. Or worse yet, I fear they've come to stage an intervention. I would hate that, having to listen to the cats take turns sharing how insensitive I am to their needs.

When the cats are all together, it really hits home that we have three cats. That's a lot of cats. We are at the limit of allowed mammal pets per a city ordinance. It makes me feel like we're on the verge of having an animal hoarding problem. But it only feels that way when all the cats are together and that doesn't happen often. Mostly, the house feels fairly animal-less. In fact, I think we could easily accommodate another pet. If I understand the city code, it would have to be a reptile.